Seasons...The Everlasting Cycle.

I talked to the sun

The sun spoke back

I saw the angel the angel smiled back

The birds whistled through the trees

And the trees turned green

Spring was here once

Filled with life

Filled with love

And flowers bloomed

I believe that if we wait to long

We miss the chance

We move past it

We see the end of time

But we cant get there

It keeps moving on and on

Beyond the universe

The day is here the days of death

The trees are dead

The white frost comes near

One month two long

We will hibernate inside and wait for spring

And spring will come.